In real life or work and study, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. The composition requires paragraphs to conform to the format and the number of words to conform to the regulations. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are the essays (9 selected essays) that I compiled for you to pay tribute to the most beautiful workers, hoping to help you.
Pay tribute to the most beautiful workers 1 Streets and alleys are full of hardworking people. Today is their Labor Day.
I stood on the balcony, feeling the warmth of the sun, and suddenly a mechanical sound broke the silence in the morning. I looked down at the downstairs discontentedly-it turned out that the gardener was pruning the branches and leaves.
"What's that noise!" I testily went back to my room, closed the window and turned on the TV.
Cheerful music came from the stereo. It was the song "The most glorious work" and "The sun is shining and the rooster sings three songs". The flowers are awake and the birds are busy dressing up. Little magpies build new houses, and little bees are busy collecting honey ... "I groaned unconsciously. Although it is already a very old nursery rhyme, it sounds different today.
My heart is gradually lost in the music, and those vivid characters come to mind. I suddenly remembered the gardener. That's an old man. I've seen him before. He comes every three or four months. His hair is gray and his face is wrinkled, but he has been working in his post.
When I came to the balcony again, I suddenly felt that the sharp machine sound was no longer harsh and became pleasant to listen to. I summoned up my courage and shouted loudly to grandpa, the gardener below: "Grandpa, happy Labor Day!" " "
The old man stopped his work, looked up at me and smiled kindly.
This smile reminds me of my grandparents in the country. Grandparents are cultivators. They have been working in the fields for years, with a thick calluses on their hands, but they don't know how to rest, and they still work day and night. Every summer vacation, when I come to the countryside, my grandmother always smiles kindly and takes out all the delicious food. I just enjoyed the delicious food carefree, and never thought about the hardships of my grandparents weeding in the hot sun. At that moment, my eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, with a little crystal surging, crystal clear, reflecting grandma's sweat in the hot sun. ...
I also think of those who silently contribute at the bottom of society. Would we have a comfortable life now without them? The answer is yes-no! Although they are humble, they have a great heart. They are not bound by money, they just want to work hard for a happy life and build a happy life for others.
Today is Labor Day. Let's be grateful and sincerely wish the workers a happy Labor Day! Unknown person, thank you! Because of you, we can live a happy life. Thank you!
Pay tribute to the most beautiful workers II. She is my first tour guide, with the beautiful quality of simplicity and tranquility of northern women. A snow-white long skirt flutters in the cool and dewy sea breeze, revealing a kind of elegant beauty. Mandarin is soft and clear, with no local accent.
The car is driving on the road she has traveled many times. She took pains to introduce this beautiful coastal city to tourists with a smile, with pride in her hometown and enthusiasm for tourists. Her introduction was smooth and concise, and we listened with relish. She became an impeccable tour guide in my heart.
At the end of the trip, everyone took photos as a souvenir. At this time, the tourists are taking pictures of her. I quickly flashed a picture and recorded this beautiful moment. She also made a very simple gesture of leaning against the wall. Looking at the photos, I was surprised to find that although she tried her best to smile, the day's explanation fully exposed the tired color, and her eyelids drooped slightly, but there was a strong and serious beauty.
After a long walk, I was exhausted, so I quickly got on the bus and had a rest. After a short trip, people got on the bus one after another. When you can count the number of people, you find that two people are missing.
I thought I would come back soon, but when the cars that followed me left one by one, the two "big money" still didn't appear. "What kind of person, so many people are waiting for him." Complaints gradually appeared in the car, and everyone talked about it. In a short time, the pot burst. Later, the driver got impatient and kept saying, "Who is it?" Looking at the excitement of the tourists, she began to ask if she knew those two people, so she called to urge them and smiled to stabilize the tourists' mood.
In the end, these two "richest men" came without explanation or apology. After finding their seats, they began to chat and talked very enthusiastically. The car started slowly, the air seemed dense and indescribable, and I always felt uncomfortable in my heart. On the way back, most people fell asleep and my eyelids began to fight. I heard the driver say to her, "Your family lives near here. You get off here and I'll take them back." "It doesn't matter, I'll go together and come back by car later." "Why? It's quite far from the city. " "I don't worry about not taking it back. Never mind, thank you. " The driver stopped talking as if he didn't know what to say to the junior.
She is just an ordinary tour guide, but greatness always comes from the ordinary. As far as I am concerned, she is a respectable worker.
Labor is the most sacred God; Laborers are the noblest. It is the contribution of thousands of workers in Qian Qian that makes life so beautiful. Let's strut on the broad road of socialism and move towards a brand-new tomorrow. Pay tribute to the workers!
Pay tribute to the most beautiful laborer 3. There is a lovely little laborer in my family. Not me, of course. It's a sweeping robot.
One day, my mother brought back a box from outside and said with a mysterious smile, "I brought you a gift!" " "Hearing this, I ran to the door in three steps. I can't wait to open the box. There is something the size of a wheel in it. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be my long-awaited sweeping robot! I am ecstatic: I can finally let it clean my room!
I couldn't wait to put a brush on it and quickly set up its "small home"-charger. Then I waited for it to be almost painfully charged, and immediately ran over and pressed the switch. I saw it spinning two small brushes at high speed, while slowly moving forward, devouring tiny sundries and dust in the room. It also likes to get under the bed and rotate freely inside. Looking at its labor, my heart is full of joy.
Since then, the little guy has become our good helper, not afraid of fatigue, not afraid of suffering, not complaining (of course, suffering can not be said), running around every day, not only keeping our home spotless, but also maintaining our lovely image at all times. Everyone loves it, but it took away the title of "mopping the floor prince" (Tutti, the prince of Serie A Rome football team, is one of Dad's favorite' stars').
This seemingly superior IQ worker sometimes does some embarrassing things. Once, it swept the floor in my room as usual, but suddenly it sounded an alarm. I rushed over and saw that it was tied with a rope and struggled on itself, but the tie became tighter and tighter, and it also issued a cry for help from time to time, like a small animal in a trap moaning. I couldn't help laughing when I looked at it in a mess. Another time, it swept and hit my drawing board. When it touched it, the whole thing fell to it like Mount Tai. Fortunately, dad was quick-sighted and grabbed the drawing board, otherwise the little guy might become a piece!
This lovely worker not only brought us a clean room, but also brought us unlimited fun.
When I was 4 hours old, my mother said to me: Labor is the most beautiful.
I remember it was a weekend. After lunch, my mother said to me, "Yang Yang, you do the dishes at noon today." I readily agreed. I took all the dishes and chopsticks from the kitchen table. The sink was full of hot water and the detergent was poured in. Everything is ready. "Wash, brush, brush ..." I began to wash the dishes humming a tune. I put the bowl into the pool by hand. As soon as I touched the water, I quickly drew my hand back. The water was too hot, but I didn't shout out the word "ouch". I just heard a bang. The bowl was smashed to the ground and the index finger of the left hand was scratched. I saw blood flowing because I was nervous and didn't feel pain. I just looked up helplessly. I don't know when my mother has come to my side. She held my hand carefully and asked me if it hurt. I burst into tears in an instant. At that moment, I felt that my mother was wrong and that labor should be bitter.
Whether labor is beautiful or not, I asked my grandfather, because he is a teacher, and I think he will definitely tell me the exact answer. Grandpa said that in the process of teaching and educating people, he felt that labor was bitter, but when he saw the students gain joy, he felt that labor was beautiful. I also asked my uncle, an engineer. My uncle said that when designing drawings and engineering construction, he also felt that labor was very hard, but when he saw tall buildings rising from the ground and bridges crossing the natural barrier, he felt that labor was beautiful. I also asked my aunt that she is a doctor and it is very hard to study medicine, but when she saw the patient enter the hospital in pain and then leave with a smile on her face, she also felt that labor was beautiful.
I asked myself whether labor is beautiful or not. I study hard and take an active part in school and class work. When I saw my excellent report card and the approving eyes of my classmates, my heart was full of sweetness. I don't know if this is the beauty of my work.
On Labor Day this year, I saw my mother cleaning the room, so I said to my mother, "Mom, I will help you clean today." My mother agreed and said to me, "Then clean the living room floor first." I followed my mother's example, washed the mop and went to work in the living room. Just after cleaning a small piece, I wiped the next layer, and the last clean floor was covered with footprints. I try my best not to jump out of this "strange circle". At this time, my mother read my mind and said to me, "Yang Yang, you should wipe from the front to the back so that you won't step on the cleaned floor." I did what my mother said and finally succeeded. When my mother and I finished cleaning the room and sat on the bright floor, my mother said to me, "Yang Yang, why is your face so big?" Do you want to sing? " I saw my mother sweating profusely, so I quickly brought a towel to wipe her sweat. My mother looked at me, I looked at my mother, and we smiled knowingly.
At this moment, I feel that labor is beautiful. Mom, labor is the most beautiful!
Pay tribute to the most beautiful laborers. 5 Labor has created mankind, labor has created human civilization, labor has created happiness and created the future. The Chinese nation is industrious and creative. It is precisely because of labor creation that we have a Chinese civilization that has lasted for more than 5 thousand years. From Banpo settlement, Hemudu, to Xia, Shang and Zhou culture, to the pre-Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the rise of the country and the replacement of dynasties all show the concept that labor creates everything!
It's mid-spring, full of peach blossoms, green fields, golden sea of rape flowers, endless ... These are the rough hands of farmers, creating such a colorful and vibrant farm paradise.
On the streets of the city, there are many shops and traffic, which is a scene of prosperity. But the builders built countless commercial buildings and cement roads extending in all directions with reinforced concrete, and the labor paid during the period was awesome and not hard.
When people sit in their cars, they enjoy more independent mobile space; Or sit on the bus and shuttle through the city; Or sit on a huge cruise ship and enjoy a unique journey; Or, get on the plane and soar above the blue sky and white clouds. Have you ever thought that in the factory workshop where sparks are flying and machine tools are roaring, workers have created such convenient travel tools for us with their solid work?
When we walk on the clean and tree-lined pedestrian street, do we often see three or five sanitation workers with brooms sweeping away peels, scraps of paper and fallen leaves for us with diligent hands? Their hands may be dirty and their clothes may be untidy, but it is because of them that our city can be kept so clean, tidy and pleasing to the eye.
When we walked into the campus, we looked at the energetic faces of the students and listened to the sound of reading coming from the teaching building. We seem to see the communication between books and people, which is the flash of knowledge. Countless teachers, with their knowledge, tirelessly irrigate the children's thirst for knowledge. It is these ordinary and great "teachers" who have cultivated groups of talents for the motherland.
When our relatives and friends are full, laughing, cups and lamps are staggered, singing and laughing, can we see patrol cars driving in the streets? Without their day and night patrols to eliminate hidden dangers, how can we indulge in joy?
When we walk into shopping malls, restaurants, restaurants, and hotels, the waiters who always maintain an elegant standing posture and a gentle smiling face give us a cordial feeling of being at home with their service attitude in every detail.
When COVID-19 was rampant, we listened to the call of the Party and stayed indoors. At this time, we certainly had worries and fears, but we know that groups of soldiers went to the battlefield to participate in this invisible battle. They are many ordinary and great working people, from all walks of life, including doctors, nurses, police, soldiers, workers and farmers ... because of their persistence and sacrifice, we can live a quiet life.
Li Dazhao once said: all happiness can come from labor, and all suffering can be freed from labor. Yes, although our country is still facing difficulties of one kind or another, we must not forget that our Chinese nation is hardworking and creative. As long as our broad masses of working people unite and under the leadership of the Party, we will surely overcome all difficulties and realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation!
Tribute to the most beautiful laborer sketch 6 once there was a sketch with such a passage, saying: What do you eat without laborers? What are you wearing without workers? What are you boasting about without laborers? That's right! We can't live without laborers in the world. Without the hard work of sanitation workers, our earth will be a huge garbage dump; If there were no bus drivers running around, we would be unable to move; Without the hard work of farmers' uncles, we would not be able to survive ... In May, let's present an ode and a bunch of flowers to our most beautiful workers. Look! They work there in obscurity. ...
Every day, she comes to school early in the morning glow, opens the doors and windows of the classroom, cleans the indoor and outdoor sanitation, greets the students one by one, leads us to read early and begins the day's study. At noon, she distributed delicious food to her classmates, told them to have a good meal, and then sent us to the dormitory to sleep. She opened a thick pile of homework. In the evening, when the last child in the class was picked up by her parents, she went home with the stars. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, regardless of wind and rain, she dedicated her passion to the children she loved, and saw that the children she loved grew up healthily and their grades improved, and the smile on her face became the most beautiful flower. She is our head teacher-Miss Xu Meiling, a conscientious teacher and a good "mother" who silently contributes.
Mom-the hardest thing around me. Mom, she's a doctor. She goes out early and comes back late every day. In the face of all kinds of patients suffering from illness, she used meticulous spirit to relieve the pain of patients and was highly praised by patients. Sometimes when she is eating, whenever a patient asks for help, she will immediately put down her chopsticks and treat the patient. I often say discontentedly, "You can't wait until you finish eating, and you can't eat a meal well!" " My mother would laugh and say, "It is clear to everyone who is sick. You know, pain is the most unbearable!" " "Since the childhood, my mother has never been to a park with me, and I know that in her heart, patients will always be the first.
However, as soon as mom comes home, she will take care of us wholeheartedly. Mom loves cleanliness. Every day when she comes home, she cleans the house spotless and then helps her grandmother cook. After supper, I have to help me study. After I fell asleep, I washed my changed clothes, which often made my father take the dirty clothes from her and ordered her to lie down and rest. Mother-relieved the pain of every patient with superb medical skills and cared for us with meticulous love.
In May, let's present a song of praise for the most beautiful workers. Let's be proud of our efforts, ashamed of leisure, ashamed of hating work, start from small things, start from small things, and strive to be the most beautiful workers!
Pay tribute to the most beautiful workers 7 There are many workers in the world, and there are hard street beauticians; Angels in white, save lives; There are traffic policemen who stick to their posts regardless of the cold and heat ... they are the most beautiful workers in the motherland. Today, I want to praise my parents and their electric workers.
Dad is an electric construction worker. When you drive on the road or climb mountains, those cat-like towers are built by workers like dad. Rows of high-voltage wires are hung on the tower. My father told me that the electricity we use is transmitted to thousands of households through wires. When I saw some iron towers standing on high mountains, I thought, "How can iron towers be built on high mountains?" Later, my father told me that because there was no road on the mountain, the car couldn't get up at all, so we had to camel the steel for building the tower with mules and horses, and then the workers set it up. In some areas, steep mountain roads and heavy tower materials often lead to mule death. Dad, they are really hard! Poor mule!
These electric power builders have brought us light and warmth. They are the most beautiful workers.
Mom is also an electric worker. She and her colleagues should protect the electrical equipment, protect it from hurting people, ensure the safe and stable operation of electricity, and let us use electricity safely and safely. Mom said that his job is to get rid of the power outage and restore the power supply as soon as possible through their work, just like a doctor sews up a wound for the wounded.
Mom and dad, they are great! As electric workers, their work is ordinary and extraordinary. They are the best and most beautiful light messengers and the most beautiful lantern bearers!
Pay tribute to the most beautiful workers. 8 Around us, there are such a group of people who get up early and get greedy, accompany the sunrise and enjoy the night and the bright moon. They are working people!
More than a hundred years ago, in order to defend their rights, they paid the price of their lives. They preached everywhere, facing the dark muzzle, they were not afraid, and with their efforts, they succeeded! Since then, the people of China have stood up, and 56 ethnic groups are like one family. Tall buildings have sprung up like mushrooms after rain; A series of expressways have covered the earth with beautiful silk scarves; Shenzhou series is like a fairy floating in space ... people live and work in peace and contentment, and society is prosperous. What a scene to make the country rich and strong!
During the May Day holiday, I forgot to have breakfast, and I went out to play with my mother. After walking for a while, our stomachs were growling with hunger.
There is a steamed stuffed bun shop just opposite. I asked my mother for advice. My mother gave me some money to buy a cage of steamed bread. Walking into the steamed bun shop, maybe we came too early and just started steaming. "Boss, a cage of steamed buns." I said. The boss looked at a cage of steamed bread and answered "alas". Seeing him sweating profusely, I thought he might complain, but it seems that he doesn't always smile.
The steamed bread is finally steamed. He put them in a disposable lunch box and handed them to me. I took the lunch box, gave the money and went out. "alas! Wait a minute, children! " The boss stopped me. "I haven't given you your change yet!" " "I was so careless when I patted my head that I forgot that I had the money to get it back! The boss smiled and said, "Here is your fifty cents. "Looking at the golden fifty cents, there is a warm current in my heart: when the boss saw that I forgot the fifty cents, he stopped me and didn't even covet a small fifty cents.
I'm a little touched. In this world, there are many working people like steamed stuffed bun shop owners, whose hearts are pure and beautiful. These people don't want to be vigorous, just want to be unknown, because they only have one belief in their hearts: labor is the most glorious!
It is labor, but social science and technology are more and more developed; It is labor that makes roads extend in all directions; It is labor that brings us closer ... labor is admirable and working people are selfless devotees. Let's praise the working people in May and dedicate it to the most ordinary and greatest working people!
Pay tribute to the most beautiful laborer 9 laborers, a sacred and sacred word. It is the workers who make the world more beautiful. Labor can turn desert into oasis and hell into heaven. If there were no labor, how could we have today's prosperity; Without labor, how could we be rich and strong today? Labor is everywhere. Let's look at these laborers and see the beauty in them.
Beauty is at home.
Family is where we grow and develop. At home, we often help our parents do what they can. Don't underestimate it. It can bring children love and gratitude to their parents, and sometimes it can also bring parents' expectations and endless care for their children. Then, we can say that labor cares about our love precisely because it brings people closer and makes us more harmonious.
Beauty lies in society.
Family is a part of society, and family is the epitome of society. Only when the family moves, the society will move, the society will make progress through labor, and we can earn more and make more contributions.
Beauty is in the countryside.
A country needs some scientists to make progress. They are actually a kind of labor, and they often study some scientific and technological products. It's just that their labor has a great influence, but their labor is big and small. As long as they work, they will make contributions to the country. Beauty is in life
Beauty is in life
Having said that, you must know the function and influence of labor. In fact, I don't know if you have noticed that there are often some workers in our lives. Do you know who they are? Yes, that's right. It's a cleaner. They get up early every day to clean for us. They are unknown and willing to give.
No matter who you are or what you do. As long as what you do contributes to the country and society, you should praise it. Finally, let's applaud the workers.
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